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"Want to Play Catch?"
Chapter Two
The four children looked innocent enough.
Little Harry was very small and skinny with huge green eyes framed by thick black eyelashes that would get him out of any trouble. Well, out of any trouble by anyone besides his aunt and uncle of course. Little Ron had adorable tousled bright red hair and more freckles than he did at fifteen and cheeks that begged to be pinched. Little Hermione had fluffy chestnut locks currently in pigtails that made her cute as a button. And Draco looked like a little angel, with his blonde hair and blue-gray eyes and his blonde hair in his blue-gray eyes.
Professor Snape and his class looked in shock at the little people that had magically taken the place of the not as adorable former Hogwarts students.
"What have you done?" Professor Snape demanded harshly. That was all it took to start them off.
"Who are you?"
"Where am I?
"I want my mum!"
"When my Father finds about that you wizard-napped me, you're gonna be in trouble!"
"Can I brew a potion?"
"Is that a book?"
"Is this a school?"
"Can we play a game?"
"Yeah! Let's play catch with this old bottle!" The last statement was little Ron who proceeded to throw the "old bottle" which in actuality was a vial containing eye of newt to Harry, who missed the catch and the vial smashed into a million pieces on the floor. Professor Snape was a tab bit upset.
"SILENCE! If any one of you makes so much as a peep, I'll throw you in the dungeon!" Professor Snape threatened with an angry glint in his eyes.
Then the waterworks began.
"I –" Sniffle "-just want –" Sniffle "-to go home!" Hermione cried and the crying and screaming and pleas and demands from the youngsters could be heard across the school.
"Umm, Professor Snape?" Seamus raised his hand. "Aren't we in a dungeon?"
The cries ceased.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for contradicting my authority! And I'll lock you four up right now until we figure out what you have done. I'm sure you three," Snape continued, looking at Harry, Hermione, and Ron's tear-stained faces, "will be expelled for such careless use of magic and endangering others lives." Snape nodded at Draco, who had not been crying, simply screaming that his father would cut anyone up into miniscule pieces if they dare touch his son. The three young Gryffindors found this an ideal time to resume their cries.
"Trouble, Severus?" A joyful voice asked. Everyone looked toward the door and saw Headmaster Dumbledore smiling at them near the entryway.
"It seems that Potter, Weasley, and Granger managed to turn themselves and Draco into two-year olds."
"I'm six!" Hermione shouted.
"Me too!" The boys chorused. "I'm going to be seven next month," Draco bragged.
"So? My brother let me fly on a broom with him for my birthday!" Ron yelled.
Little Draco smirked. "So? I own my own broom!"
"So? My – " Ron's comeback was silenced by Dumbledore touching his shoulder.
"That's quite enough, Mr. Weasley," he said kindly.
"I think we'll take a trip to my office, okay?"
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"Would you like a Chocolate Frog?" Dumbledore asked when they got to his office.
Ron and Draco dove towards one and naturally, of the thirty Chocolate Frogs in the basket, they each wanted the same one.
"I had it first!" Ron yelled, his face turning red from anger.
"No, I did!
"No, I did!!!"
"Please, children. There are more than enough," Dumbledore said. "And what about you two?"
Hermione shook her head. "Sorry but my mum and dad say not to eat sweets. And even if I did, I don't like frog legs so I doubt I'd like a whole frog in chocolate. But thank you for the offer." Harry simply shook his head, looking strangely at Ron who was starting on his second already.
"Well," Dumbledore said seriously. "It seems we are in quite a predicament. You obviously do not belong here just yet. You are not six-year old, but rather about sixteen. We need to fix this."
Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"My mum will be very worried about me. I was in the middle of my piano recital when I found myself here. Where is here, anyway?" she asked.
"Here is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Dumbledore explained.
"Wow! My brothers go here! Can I see them?" Ron asked and jumped from his chair.
Dumbledore smiled. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Weasley. They have long since graduated. We are ten years in the future. I know it's difficult to understand but- "
Just then Professor Snape came into the office. "Sorry, sir," he said. "But I need to tell you that there is no antidote."
The crying started up again and this time Draco joined in.
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